(5 Nov 2011 - The place where I once felt a sense of family and belonging, has sat empty for decades. Time moved on for the others playing the Musical Game, while I waited and wasted my Life hoping and hurting for my "Turn". dht)
The Empty Chair --
changes through the years –
through births and deaths –
to be filled with a different set
of family members.
The Waste –
Decades come and gone –
Thanksgivings, Christmases, Birthdays, Anniversaries –
when the chairs
of family members
gathered together sat empty.
All the years when there –
could have been –
should have been –
a Family.
The Music Stops –
and the chair occupants change
in a kaleidoscope
of ever changing sequence
of musical chairs –
while My chair sits empty.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]
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